Life with my Little Sister

Episode 453: An Unusual Reunion

"Let's go disrespectfully tonight!

How many human beings can truly behave like that?

No...... If you're around Mis, you might take the shark off with a bee, but at least not for normal people.

Why am I worried about such a thing is because the other day - it was decided to entertain the Third Princess.

"I'm coming over with patience, so hey - you don't have to worry about it. Outfit? Good for everyday wear. There will be no idiots wearing courtesy clothes to go see the parrot glass"

is that damned elf word.

It was hard to believe, but for some reason, I was confidently told that I was absolutely fine.

So the day.

Me and my mother wear it everyday.

Fee is my favorite child, Mr. Pig. Suit.

Abel and Marimo took the form of waiting at the Chamber of Commerce.

Of the three of us, I'm the only one who seems nervous.

The success of our women. The success.

"Heh heh. It's okay, Al. Why don't you put up with me?

"Yes, are you okay? Are you sick? Huh, should I kiss you?

I thought you cared about me while giving priority to my greed. The boulder is my sister...

As the hog in his arm pressed his mochi cheek, a carriage stopped in front of the planned rendezvous - the residential buildings of the Balamos.

It came down to...

"Is that it, Mr. Mitchemon?

"Oh, not since then."

He was a gambling freak, a textile enquirer.

(- Oh, you mean that)

Why Mis said she had no problem meeting the Third Princess.

No matter how stupid I am, I understood the boulder.

The situation swallowed up, as did my mother, apparently.

Right next door, pounding his hands.

Mr. Mitchemon also found out that this one guessed.

"I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to conspire with you, but there are many things in the world that need to be distracted..."

Scratching polypoly and gray hair, the old man turns around.

"Shall I name you again? My name is Effmont Garibaldi. Well, you're an unemployed old man."

Weren't you even hiding...

My mother tilted her little neck.

"So, Mr. Mitchemon isn't Clara's grandfather, is he?

"There's no blood connection whatsoever... But the idea that my granddaughter is the same is not false. [M]... uh... This kind of line doesn't go awry..."

Turn that way to delude you, then call on the carriage with the door open.

"Claudia, come on down. There are only people here who know. You'll be fine."

"... is, yes. Dear Mr. Effmont,"

The voices you hear were certainly those of your granddaughter.

Well, she was also a resident of the Royal Village...

But there were also differences.

――

The girl who came out of the carriage with the granny was obviously cuter than Clara.

The shadow remains firm.

But the color of the hair is more beautiful.

A neater face, more beautiful.

The common folk look is sprayed with clouds and the noble aura wraps its entire body.

Exactly, like The Princess.

(I've gone out of my way to put on makeup... that doesn't mean this is)

I'm sure the opposite is true.

When I was in "Clara," I guess that's to say that I was detuned in appearance, even in a discreet way.

"Ugh..., it's been a while..."

Clara, thank you very much.

No, Third Princess Claudia.

What am I gonna do?

I knew you'd have to use a proper, respectful word, right?

"Oh, I don't mind. I want you to treat this guy the same way you did before. As you can see, I'm familiar with you. Ning Ro, I want you to keep your distance."

"Ugh! So, why don't you stay with Clara?

"Shh..."

Mother advances with a smile and occasionally hugs her granddaughter.

They don't have two letters of reluctance in My Mother.

"Your mothers are quite stiff, too."

Mr. Mitchemon again, Effmont Ong is grinning bitterly.

But I don't hate it.

On the contrary, she seems relieved by her mother's attitude.

"Ugh, um..."

"Hey, Clara?

Mother seems to keep up with her previous correspondence.

Well, shall I try to imitate you too, Mother?

You can stay "Clara" and "Mr. Mitchemon," right?

Granddaughter seems confused by her mother's unchanging attitude.

But my mother says this is the defo. I just have to get used to it.

I took a step forward with my child pig in my arms.

"Long time no see, Clara."

"Yes...... - Ahhh!?"

The Third Princess looks at Mai Angel.

Mr. Pig, the suit seems to be blinding me.

"Ah, ah... Or cute, it is......"

That's not meant for anyone, simple solitaire.

Therefore, emotions can be cloudy even when they are caged.

And My Sister is delighted that her prized clothes are complimented.

"Hehe...! I made this for you! I like Phew!

For some reason, she kisses me a lot, sister.

If you're grateful to your mother, you'd be more than happy to kiss her, wouldn't you?

"Uh... Was this lovely garment made by Lady Lew, Lucica...?

"Uh-huh! Isn't that good? I did my best for my favorite Phee!

Actually watching the production site, I know how politely my mother used to make "Kid Pig Suit".

And the softness of the eyes then.

(Though thinking about it makes me feel unfaithful not to wear it at all -)

I'm ashamed of the boulders, so give me a break.

Also, hyper-envious, her mother dressed Abel's animal suit, "The Version Black Cat," as her best friend, and saw her.

When I heard that story, I asked my beautiful teacher from the bottom of my heart to pack it up and wear it, but my teacher turned a bright red face and got away with it...

Does it mean that my best friend's son is not as good as my best friend...

I say to the young lady princess staring at Fee's clothes.

"Clara, if you wear something like this, it looks good on you."

"Oh, no... eh. Uh-oh..."

Shy, I hid in my mother's arms.

Would this kind of statement be disrespectful, too?

"Oh, that's good! I'll make it, okay? Let me measure you later, okay?

"Oh, I appreciate that. If you give it to Miss's idiot, it'll arrive via you."

Mr. Mitchemon is into it, too.

I guess my grandson is cute and I can't help but have no blood connection.

So, when I was making a cute noise, Mr. Fennel, the high elf I take care of every time, came out of the inside.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you seem to be aligned? Her Highness the Third Princess. My name is Fennel from High Elf, and I'm leaning on this guidance. Nice to meet you, isn't it?

The expression and tone are soft, while keeping a proper thank you.

Did you say that this area is a great place for children?

"Regards..."

Clara tried to give her a thank you, but she couldn't fulfill it because she was being held by My Mother, and she stayed to meet.

Mr. Fennel spreads his arms toward our mother.

"Dear Lucica, What if I take care of Her Highness the Third Princess?

"Heh heh, heh!

... boulders are child-loving.

Were you going to stick around about Clara, too?

"… Now, if you'll excuse me"

"Wow!?"

If I thought it was a fire across the shore, every fie was held in by an obedient demon's sister.